Chapter 167 Only Children Do Multiple Choice Questions

Chapter 167: Kids Do Multiple Choice Questions

He pretended to aim the long pole at the snow monster's eyes, scaring it into closing its eyes tightly and hugging its head. The giant man nodded in satisfaction and was about to retract the pole when he heard someone shout from a nearby cage: "Wow, big brother, your skills are amazing! With such a long pole, you can hit any spot you want—definitely an expert! Big brother, what’s your name? I bet you’re a hero from the Holy Sanctuary, one of the famous ones!"

The giant man turned his head and saw that it was the human that Ula had brought back yesterday. He laughed and scolded, "Big brother? You think you can just call me that? I’m not a hero; I’m your master!"

"Big brother, you misunderstood. I'm actually a disciple of the Holy Sanctuary. My name is Wang Feng, Wang as in 'return of the king,' Feng as in 'turning point'!" Old Wang rubbed his hands and stomped his feet, grinning broadly. Why argue with a brute? "Does Headmistress Karida know? She’s my senior sister! If you go to the Holy Sanctuary and deliver a message for me, they’ll definitely reward you!"

"Pah!" The giant man spat, laughing. This guy was an extra thrown in when he bought the snow monster from Ula. How could this extra, whom Ula could give away so easily, be a Holy Sanctuary disciple? Even if he were, he couldn’t be released.

"Kid, you belong to me now. I don’t care where you came from. Since you seem smart, I won’t bother with you as long as you help me make money. But if you talk nonsense, don’t blame me for being harsh!"

Wang Feng quickly understood the situation. "Yes, boss. Don’t worry, I get it."

A wise man doesn’t suffer unnecessary losses. Brother, you missed a chance to curry favor with the future ruler of the continent. You really lack foresight.

"You’re smart." The giant man nodded in satisfaction. After thinking for a moment, he used the long pole to toss some hay into the cage. "Rub it on your body; it’ll keep you warm. When I sell you later, be smart. Whatever I say you are, you are. Know what to say and what not to say!"

Old Wang didn’t mind. In fact, he was a bit excited. His past life felt like a dream, but what mattered was that he was back. This was his home, where Axi and Winnie needed a big brother. Sister Karida also needed him!

He sniffed and tried rubbing some hay on himself. Surprisingly, it did feel warmer.

Living means having dreams. With dreams, one can stay optimistic. That’s how he was better off than the snow monster.

The snow monster was now quiet, curled up in its cage. No matter how much Old Wang teased it, it didn’t dare to roar again, disappointing him. Fortunately, his soul power was slowly returning, though he still shivered from the cold. At least his blood wasn’t freezing solid anymore, and he could maintain some body heat.

After observing for a while, he realized this was a slave market. Most of the buyers and sellers were women, confirming that this was indeed the Ice Spirit Kingdom, one of the few principalities in the League of Blades ruled by a queen.

The Holy Sanctuary prohibited slave trading, but they couldn’t enforce it in the principalities. Although all principalities agreed to abolish slavery after the League of Blades was established, places like the Ice Spirit Kingdom, far from the center, remained beyond their reach. Slavery was deeply rooted here, and the League couldn’t interfere too much. At most, slaves were treated better since they were valuable assets.

In the following days, Old Wang was very understanding. He secretly studied the pearl he had obtained with great effort. He had seen it in a book called *Treasures of the Nine Heavens* in the Rose Library. It described the Nine-Eyed Heavenly Soul Pearl as possessing miraculous powers, capable of extending life and granting the strength of the Supreme Saint.

But Old Wang felt nothing special about it. It seemed useless, but remembering how many people fought over it in the soul realm, it must have some value.

Since he was here, he might as well make the best of it. He could survive, and this time, he wouldn’t let himself be taken advantage of. Love often leads to foolishness, so he decided to be a player. Who should he play with?

Clara? Not easy, she’s a tough nut to crack.

Lucky Heaven? Too aloof, like climbing Mount Everest.

Sister Karida... too fierce, probably violent, and he couldn’t beat her...

Hmm, choices are for kids. As an adult, Old Wang wanted them all!

After daydreaming for a while, Old Wang felt warmer. He soon figured out that the slave trader holding him was named Tuta. There were seven or eight cages around him, containing Maao tribesmen besides the snow monster.

The Maao tribe was a branch of mountain beastmen, with long black fur on their spines, similar to horse manes. They were tall and strong but couldn’t use soul power due to their primitive lifestyle, making them easy targets for enslavement.

Maao tribesmen were hardworking and good laborers, usually selling well. However, the ones in Tuta’s cages were thin and weak compared to others in the market. Despite Tuta’s boasting, he refused to lower prices, making them harder to sell.

Tuta was worried. He wanted a good price for these slaves, but if they stayed unsold, he’d lose money. Slaves were perishable goods, and the fresher, the better. While Wang Feng was amusing, amusement didn’t pay.

Business was slow. He managed to sell one Maao tribesman in the morning, but at a low price, barely breaking even. What about the rest?

Tuta stared at the cages, frustrated. Even though he was stingy, feeding these wildlings cost him several lire a day.

He couldn’t stop feeding them; dead slaves were worthless. Because he fed them less, they were getting weaker every day, making them harder to sell.

Tuta felt like crying. When luck turns bad, even water gets stuck in your teeth. He couldn’t resist poking the snow monster with his pole: "You damn thing, cost me the most and eat the most. When I take you out, you act like you’ve lost your parents. Show some spirit!"

"Woohoo..."

The snow monster whimpered in fear, suffering from the pole’s pokes.

Old Wang watched the snow monster transform from a ferocious beast to a timid sheep. He had tried various escape plans but couldn’t convince Tuta to open the cage. This wasn’t sustainable.

After observing the slave market, he had a plan.

"Boss, boss!" He whispered to Tuta.

"What do you want? Want a beating?" Tuta glared at him angrily.

"Boss, I have a great idea. I can help you sell all these guys!" Old Wang said mysteriously.

Tuta turned around irritably. "What trick are you trying now? You’re just an extra, eating and drinking my stuff without paying!"

"Just hear me out. No harm in listening. We humans say, ‘many minds make light work.’ I have three brilliant strategies!"

"Bullshit, singing opera to me? Your brilliant strategies..." Tuta cursed but listened intently.

Old Wang chattered on, leaving Tuta stunned. Finally, he looked at Wang Feng suspiciously. "Isn’t this cheating?"

Old Wang’s mouth, full of lies. He knew everything he needed to and was almost fully healed. It was time to leave.

"Boss, you’re not forcing anyone to buy. Selling requires some exaggeration!" Wang Feng said confidently. "Trust me, worst case, they won’t buy. But if they do..."

"Can you even be worth five thousand?" Tuta scoffed. "Do you think everyone’s stupid?"

"Boss, the higher the price, the more curious they’ll be. That’s not the point..." Wang Feng explained. "As they say, red flowers need green leaves. The key is..."

More chatter, and Tuta’s face lit up. "Alright, alright! Listen, cooperate, and if you can sell those losers, I’ll give you extra food tonight!"